When I wake up in the morning, regardless of who the President is or if we even know who it is, I will be thankful.

The sun will be shining (eventually) and I will be able to see and hear and smell and taste and touch the world around me.

There will be a thousand little gifts waiting for me to enjoy that I didn’t ask for and have taken for granted in my obsession over the few things I asked God for that He chose to withhold for a time.

I will still be loved and I will still be held and I will still be a child of God. No election can change that.